“I thought that he was—something. He does not—” She paused. “He does not move like a human.” I smiled then. “What does a human move like?” “Like you,” she said. “Clumsy, then.” She did not know the word. I demonstrated, thinking to make her laugh. But she shook her head, vehemently. “No. You are not like that. That is not what I meant.” I never heard what she meant, for at that moment Achilles crested the hill.
what is being foreshadowed here ???
